She Is Gone

Slowly, the demon cast her burning spell upon him.

I know not and understand not the working of my own mind.

The despair she seeks in me has been granted while she is away.

So full of defiance, my love is not one for this world and she constantly leaves my side..

I SCREAM her name like a man on his death bed hysterical with disillusion.

But this does not stop her from taking her leave..

I weep and I break, after wound upon wound is inflicted by her lack of concern.

“The night is so different” I think out loud.

The night is so different without her and it’s stars so un-astounding in their magnificence.

The silence rings out in foreboding hymns telling of a future so horridly silent all you hear is the faint beating of my heart in the foreground.

She will never return. These days will not pass gently. My loving heart does not falter unwavering in its desires to see you. To hold you once again.

But time has revealed love as young as ours, silly, but so much given of the soul.

The deepest love never more so know than when we are young with a fresh heart. Your first love more powerful naïve and childish then any other love there after.

But oh so much sweeter.

”The night is different without her.”

”Yet here I stay unchanged.”

”No more does the wind whisper her scent nor does it chant her name.”

Fin.